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 COPYRIGHT, 188S, BV REBECCA W. MADISON. 
 
3or rfte ©ya^te-aa^iCer. 
 
 A man woos, the act he rues, 
 
 Because rejeced declining> 
 
 In sad repining, his heait 
 'He pens some verses 
 On earthly vanity ; 
 The editor curses 
 
 ThC StS^ >*d the waste-basket. 
 A maiden mopes o'er blighted hopes, 
 A "Vertrue love wasted 
 Her heart is breaking, to ease in 
 
 A sigh she utters 
 And writes a sonnet ; 
 The editor mutters 
 
 '• Pla ff-sit into the waste-basket. 
 
Poets groan Q . e . 
 
 Doomed to „??• tneir °wn, 
 
 F »on, yfor ' thewastebaske; 
 
 r " 'his effusion •■a™ 6 "" ? 
 £°ses gainst me 
 
 bo may , t be, 
 
 I bow to Fatf» • 
 And these ^^,3^^. 
 
 theUntende — fawaste , asket 
 
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 Encircling the J^^mbrance is brought, 
 
 Land where «^~^ve^through ; 
 Land that we all have t hgav carg) 
 
 Tn whom are centred nope, J ' le to do, 
 
 Each in soft linen ; an a t est rest 
 
 Vet finding the deepes and ^^ ^ 
 Pillowed in love on 
 

 Wh^ r yxier e the daw u s Weet 
 
 T ^ fafc fror « the^Sf 3re ***** a 
 
 Fa ther ^ eirVe ^ b - at h l%^ZZ 0s ^ ar ' 
 
 father * ' G&th b ^rs theT?" 111 *' 
 
 En&Jber dear Bab , "' ° f ^e. 
 
 W? e u ^d £??" and sp^?^ band- 
 
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Wine*' 
 
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 He lures ^V thde ad\y. 
 
 Hes^ 65 * in ontbeeavtb ir th, 
 
 Tbere U a ^?£ure. ^ n f care. 
 For joy and P^ ^ Ti 
 
 Mdtbere s ^rn age - 
 
Tj ^e moves or, . 
 
 Ta * e ^ thy T sr efui »2 ow - 
 
 H,n > who f 0r ,? cher and th!' ~ 
 
 Ere its m as .' e ach evi , ,, s - 
 
 ^ r 2^-o^*-o uld , grace 
 
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 present", present p ^ ^ knowri) 
 
 Wu l fail that batwe owe 
 
 We bave been loved. . 
 
 ™ Escape from many ^ ^ duC 
 Wc have been lo j, s to _ mo rrow. 
 Great bopes to loved) 
 
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 Air -"Ahaby' s Daughter. 
 
 We dream of the fm ur " g W h he ^-cheerW mirth- 
 O^ hearts are uwro u Sfed W n kn0 ^- not its <*£, ' 
 
 Of good we'll accomSSsh ' f J" VIS1 ° nS are fair 
 F°r bright in our vomh a « th^? 118 WC ShaI1 b, «s, 
 The enticings of sin feelin. l rri h ° PCS of Access. 
 The future to us is enSS^ 10 wit hstand, 
 But oft in the silence a Inn " ^ ^ rand - 
 
 ^ZZ^^^or both glory Md 
 
 And b^ishin,; from us Jl ^ 5 ° me K°0"-bye ; g ' 
 To our klnrt Father's^ wj^t .f'^' 
 
 e rne future confide. 
 
(Dur Uftougftte^ ^ou£ft. 
 
 Lounging 'round the corners, 
 We see young men at night, 
 
 Smoking, chewing, swearing, 
 With intense delight. 
 
 Staring at the passers 
 Many a precious hour, 
 
 Watching for some frail one 
 Whom they may devour. 
 
 Gay and .giddy maidens 
 With bold and jaunty air, 
 
 Walk the streets at evening 
 Fall in many a snare. 
 
 Are these the hope and promise 
 Of our boasted race ? 
 
 If so, God save our future 
 From ruin and disgrace. 
 
O shame I that in New Enrfand 
 
 whr t h o^c dmaids -^ d 
 
 Are LI ,- at Can enn oble 
 Are so obstinately blind. 
 
 Omen; if one iota 
 
 ut your manhood vn» ^ i , 
 Leave off Ioungin^V OUn d ^ Ieft ' 
 
 Ere of all yofafe CefV C ° rnerS ' 
 
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 My first poem 
 
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 Old Winter wrestles hard with Death ; 
 He soon must lose both power and breath. 
 Fair Spring is coming, rich in charms, 
 To fold the earth within her arms. 
 The sun grows warm, the days grow long ; 
 We soon shall hear the robin's so lg. 
 
 The trees are tapped, the buckets hung, 
 The " life-blood " from the maples wrung, 
 To drink of which the farmer stops, 
 While steadily drip the pearly drops ; 
 To gather which, through crusted snow 
 The farm-hands with the oxen go. 
 
 The fires are lit, the pans are set, 
 The liquid sweel grows sweeter yet ; 
 O 'tis delicious eaten slow ! 
 Better still dropped on the snow ! 
 So fill your saucers to the brim, 
 And pack your snow-pans to the rim. 
 
 Let ev'ry heart be light and gay, 
 And merrily while the hours away ; 
 Though wild and chill may be the night, 
 We'll heed it not while fires are bright ; 
 We'll fill the air with songs and cheers, 
 And homeward hie when dawn appears. 
 
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 " is * U Ltrts' best «''*« 1"* thee «]»-« 
 
 V~m *r»« hopes a^ n n dWS lovmg 
 
 Bless our w hest , mi 
 
 Of our °Lr crlorious sister 
 
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 Jn=f nn §'fnp- j ni ,^ - 1 "ear, 
 
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